This is a song about "Amount"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

Tryin have a big amount

Every year i get it out

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

If i die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid