This is a song about "Amount"

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/

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

Rationing the amount of trust i put into people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Tryin have a big amount

No more, we caked out