This is a song about "Amount"

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

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

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

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit