This is a song about "Amount"

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Tryin have a big amount

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Account the amount we are paid