This is a song about "Amount"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Account the amount we are paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Tryin have a big amount

If you to check out

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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