This is a song about "Amount"

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Account the amount we are paid

She self made, i'm self made