This is a song about "Amount"

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

Account the amount we are paid

Im still here but i can't skate

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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