This is a song about "Amount"

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Tryin have a big amount

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.