This is a song about "Amount"

Higher than the amount of confessions in a confessional

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Even if the amount of money is so small

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

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Account the amount we are paid

Im washin off another plate

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

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