This is a song about "Amount"

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Account the amount we are paid

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle