This is a song about "Amount"

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Account the amount we are paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

How beautiful are thou, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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