This is a song about "Amount"

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Tryin have a big amount

Chip, check it out

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Account the amount we are paid