This is a song about "Amount"

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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