This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Even if the amount of money is so small

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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