This is a song about "Amount"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

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.

Our history that they stole, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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