This is a song about "Amount"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Account the amount we are paid

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will