This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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