This is a song about "Amount"

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol