This is a song about "Amount"

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal