This is a song about "Amount"

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Even if the amount of money is so small