This is a song about "100 hundred years"

100 dollar worth of strong

'til it's like a mile long

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Just made like a hundred grand

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

100 percent put the old to rest

I make 100 millions without a robbery

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Dear me, in about ten years

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Even if it took me years

I come back 100 percent, full effect

I practiced till that shit made perfect

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that