This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet