This is a song about "Amount"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Account the amount we are paid

If i should die before i wake

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth