This is a song about "Amount"

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/

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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