This is a song about "Amount"

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

Account the amount we are paid

Our vision never changed, we self made

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/