This is a song about "Amount"

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Account the amount we are paid

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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