This is a song about "Amount"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Account the amount we are paid

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Tryin have a big amount

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy 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.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck