This is a song about "Amount"

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Account the amount we are paid

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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