This is a song about "Amount"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Account the amount we are paid

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

This a different motor man better go to work

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