This is a song about "Amount"

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

She self made, i'm self made

Account the amount we are paid

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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