This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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