This is a song about "Amount"

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Exit the v wit my gun out

Tryin have a big amount

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Account the amount we are paid

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place