This is a song about "Amount"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Account the amount we are paid

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Even if the amount of money is so small

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Tryin have a big amount

Meek milly racked up racked out