This is a song about "Amount"

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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