This is a song about "Amount"

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Tryin have a big amount

Fuck you, i'm out