This is a song about "Amount"

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

If i should die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Tryin have a big amount

If you to check out

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit