This is a song about "Amount"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Tryin have a big amount

Now that's six cops found on that ground

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount