This is a song about "Amount"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Even if the amount of money is so small

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call