This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck