This is a song about "Amount"

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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