This is a song about "Amount"

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge