This is a song about "Amount"

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Im washin off another plate

Account the amount we are paid

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount