This is a song about "Amount"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Tryin have a big amount

Fuck you, i'm out

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

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

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount