This is a song about "Amount"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Only chicken heads chicken out

Tryin have a big amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

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