This is a song about "Amount"

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people