This is a song about "Amount"

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Let's get smoked out

Tryin have a big amount

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Account the amount we are paid