This is a song about "Amount"

Tryin have a big amount

We don't care if niggas locked out

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

Account the amount we are paid

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount