This is a song about "Amount"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Even if the amount of money is so small

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

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

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes