This is a song about "Amount"

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Tryin have a big amount

Now that's six cops found on that ground

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

Account the amount we are paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people