This is a song about "Amount"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

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

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Account the amount we are paid

I'm dreaming to be great