This is a song about "Amount"

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Tryin have a big amount

Every year i get it out