This is a song about "Amount"

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Tryin have a big amount

Chip, check it out