This is a song about "Amount"

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

Account the amount we are paid

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me