This is a song about "Amount"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

Let's get smoked out

Tryin have a big amount

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

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

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Even if the amount of money is so small

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall