This is a song about "Amount"

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional