This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty