This is a song about "Amount"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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