This is a song about "Amount"

But i do quite well with all the bait

Account the amount we are paid

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Tryin have a big amount

They can’t even come around

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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