This is a song about "Amount"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

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