This is a song about "Amount"

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Account the amount we are paid

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/

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it