This is a song about "Amount"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Even if the amount of money is so small

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call