This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

He just throws it around

Tryin have a big amount

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small