This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

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

But i do quite well with all the bait

Account the amount we are paid

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