This is a song about "Amount"

Even if the amount of money is so small

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Tryin have a big amount

I drive that all around

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Account the amount we are paid

Redbox flow and i do not date

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/