This is a song about "Amount"

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Account the amount we are paid

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha