This is a song about "Amount"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

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

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Account the amount we are paid

Im still here but i can't skate

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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