This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Account the amount we are paid

Even if the amount of money is so small

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/