This is a song about "Amount"

Account the amount we are paid

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Even if the amount of money is so small

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha