This is a song about "Amount"

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

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

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

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

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