This is a song about "Amount"

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard