This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Everytime you come around

Tryin have a big amount

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Account the amount we are paid

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate