This is a song about "Amount"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Tryin have a big amount

Fuck you, i'm out

Even if the amount of money is so small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

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