This is a song about "Amount"

I just spit my game out

Tryin have a big amount

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation