This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Tryin have a big amount

I'mma catch you next time around