This is a song about "Amount"

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

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

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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