This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

They can’t even come around

Tryin have a big amount

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw