This is a song about "Amount"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

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

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Tryin have a big amount

Or know what its about