This is a song about "Amount"

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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.

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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