This is a song about "Amount"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

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

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me