This is a song about "Amount"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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.

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Let's get smoked out

Tryin have a big amount

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him