This is a song about "Amount"

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional