This is a song about "Amount"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Even if the amount of money is so small

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck