This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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

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

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

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

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge