This is a song about "Amount"

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out