This is a song about "Amount"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet