This is a song about "Amount"

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Account the amount we are paid

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tryin have a big amount

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle