This is a song about "Amount"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

These sb's ain't never coming out

Tryin have a big amount

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Account the amount we are paid

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount