This is a song about "Amount"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck