This is a song about "Amount"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

Account the amount we are paid

At an extremly alarming rate

Our children must be taught, of africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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