This is a song about "Amount"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

The next day you is everybody target

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound