This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message