This is a song about "Amount"

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Account the amount we are paid

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit