This is a song about "Amount"

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Even if the amount of money is so small

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount