This is a song about "Amount"

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Play this shit while you contemplate

Account the amount we are paid

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

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/

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days