This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches