This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Even if the amount of money is so small

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Tryin have a big amount

Come wit me you'll smoke around

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

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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