This is a song about "Amount"

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Account the amount we are paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Our history that they stole, africa

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya