This is a song about "Amount"

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Account the amount we are paid

But i do quite well with all the bait