This is a song about "Amount"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

I just spit my game out

Tryin have a big amount

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.