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

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

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

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

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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