This is a song about "Amount"

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit