This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Even if the amount of money is so small

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge