This is a song about "Amount"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Account the amount we are paid

Im still here but i can't skate