This is a song about "Amount"

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Account the amount we are paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

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