This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

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/

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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