This is a song about "Amount"

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.

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Account the amount we are paid

Give me dome, then let me skate

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Tryin have a big amount

This is fine dine take out

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya