This is a song about "Amount"

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

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

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

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