This is a song about "Amount"

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

J. cole runnin' late

Account the amount we are paid

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Even if the amount of money is so small

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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