This is a song about "Amount"

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college