This is a song about "Amount"

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.

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation