This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Im washin off another plate

Account the amount we are paid

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming