This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

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

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Even if the amount of money is so small

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Only chicken heads chicken out

Tryin have a big amount

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

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional