This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb