This is a song about "Amount"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Even if the amount of money is so small

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work