This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching