This is a song about "Amount"

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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