This is a song about "Amount"

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

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

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

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face