This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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