This is a song about "Amount"

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Account the amount we are paid

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya