This is a song about "Amount"

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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.

Walking on the ground

Tryin have a big amount

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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