This is a song about "Amount"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Account the amount we are paid

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Tryin have a big amount

I'mma catch you next time around

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