This is a song about "Amount"

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

To make karma come faster than she normally will