This is a song about "Amount"

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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