This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

We both had dreams of being great

Account the amount we are paid

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Even if the amount of money is so small

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle