This is a song about "Amount"

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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