This is a song about "Amount"

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Account the amount we are paid

Even if the amount of money is so small

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Our history that they stole, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya