This is a song about "Amount"

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/