This is a song about "Amount"

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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