This is a song about "Amount"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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