This is a song about "Amount"

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

These sb's ain't never coming out

Tryin have a big amount

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Even if the amount of money is so small

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground