This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby