This is a song about "Amount"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Can't decide, take em out

Tryin have a big amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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