This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Even if the amount of money is so small

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Account the amount we are paid

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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