This is a song about "Amount"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

Account the amount we are paid

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground