This is a song about "Amount"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Tryin have a big amount

You could never find out