This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Tryin have a big amount

Chip, check it out

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

To make karma come faster than she normally will