This is a song about "Amount"

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Account the amount we are paid

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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