This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Our history that they stole, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around