This is a song about "Amount"

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation