This is a song about "Amount"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and