This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

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

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs