This is a song about "Amount"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Account the amount we are paid

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

Even if the amount of money is so small

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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