This is a song about "100 dollars"

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

All my real motherfuckin partners

100 percent put the old to rest

Life has put her to the test

Ever since then i had no job

100 years ago women couldn't even vote

And you could find interest

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Afford to sell, we're poor as hell, spare me two dollars,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I love the way you walk

Keep it 100 never been a fraud