This is a song about "Amount"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

Account the amount we are paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

I don't know what you heard about

Tryin have a big amount