This is a song about "Amount"

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Tryin have a big amount

He just throws it around

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox