This is a song about "Amount"

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Even if the amount of money is so small

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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

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