This is a song about "Amount"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And put another half a mil in my bank account

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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