This is a song about "Amount"

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Tryin have a big amount

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Even if the amount of money is so small

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya