This is a song about "Amount"

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Even if the amount of money is so small

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit