This is a song about "Amount"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Account the amount we are paid

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

Exit the v wit my gun out

Tryin have a big amount