This is a song about "Amount"

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Account the amount we are paid

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will