This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Tryin have a big amount

The sun's always out

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.