This is a song about "Amount"

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round