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

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Meek milly racked up racked out

Tryin have a big amount

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming