This is a song about "Amount"

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

Even if the amount of money is so small

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all