This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

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

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Account the amount we are paid

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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.