This is a song about "Amount"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Account the amount we are paid

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight