This is a song about "Amount"

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Tryin have a big amount

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Used to call me the african don dada