This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.