This is a song about "Amount"

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

If i should die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck