This is a song about "Amount"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle