This is a song about "Amount"

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Account the amount we are paid

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

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount