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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Even if the amount of money is so small

How beautiful are thou, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

Account the amount we are paid

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will