This is a song about "Amount"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Fuck you, i'm out

Tryin have a big amount

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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