This is a song about "Amount"

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Our history that they stole, africa

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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