This is a song about "Amount"

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit