This is a song about "Amount"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Account the amount we are paid

Tryin have a big amount

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

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

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