This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Even if the amount of money is so small

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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