This is a song about "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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people