This is a song about "Amount"

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

We both had dreams of being great

Account the amount we are paid

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