This is a song about "Amount"

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

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Account the amount we are paid

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall