This is a song about "Amount"

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work