This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

Account the amount we are paid

Im washin off another plate

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out