This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

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

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Account the amount we are paid