This is a song about "Amount"

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Even if the amount of money is so small

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

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

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge