This is a song about "Amount"

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb