This is a song about "Amount"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Pop it back stick it out

Tryin have a big amount