This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Account the amount we are paid

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

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

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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