This is a song about "Amount"

All dem niggas gonna hate

Account the amount we are paid

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth