This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Account the amount we are paid

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches