This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Used to call me the african don dada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

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

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

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out