This is a song about "Amount"

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

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

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

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming