This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Account the amount we are paid

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

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

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

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