This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Chip, check it out

Tryin have a big amount

Account the amount we are paid

Our vision never changed, we self made