This is a song about "Amount"

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Account the amount we are paid

She self made, i'm self made

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation