This is a song about "Amount"

If i die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional