This is a song about "Amount"

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Even if the amount of money is so small

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck