This is a song about "Amount"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya