This is a song about "Amount"

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family