This is a song about "Amount"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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