This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Tryin have a big amount

He just throws it around

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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