This is a song about "Amount"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

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

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

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

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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