This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

This a different motor man better go to work

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Even if the amount of money is so small