This is a song about "Amount"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Account the amount we are paid

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late