This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Our vision never changed, we self made

Account the amount we are paid

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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