This is a song about "Amount"

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Account the amount we are paid

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Even if the amount of money is so small

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all