This is a song about "Amount"

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin