This is a song about "Amount"

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

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

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya