This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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