This is a song about "Amount"

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Tryin have a big amount