This is a song about "Amount"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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