This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Even if the amount of money is so small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall