This is a song about "Amount"

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches