This is a song about "Amount"

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Account the amount we are paid

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin