This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image