This is a song about "Amount"

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Account the amount we are paid

I don't mind if you niggas hate