This is a song about "Amount"

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

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

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation