This is a song about "Amount"

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Account the amount we are paid

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out