This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid