This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Even if the amount of money is so small

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Tryin have a big amount

I must go like fly route

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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