This is a song about "Amount"

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs