This is a song about "Amount"

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Account the amount we are paid

At an extremly alarming rate

Tryin have a big amount

I must go like fly route

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Even if the amount of money is so small

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars