This is a song about "Amount"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

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

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

Account the amount we are paid

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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