This is a song about "Amount"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Even if the amount of money is so small

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount