This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Account the amount we are paid

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage