This is a song about "Amount"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

This a different motor man better go to work

Account the amount we are paid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Walking on the ground

Tryin have a big amount

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

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