This is a song about "Amount"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

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/