This is a song about "100 hundred years"

100 percent put the old to rest

Carol city or was it the west

Keep it 100 never been a fraud

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

Two hundred years ago we should've known the gats would burst,

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Don't cross me like you atheist

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

On they twitter writing novels, see

I make 100 millions without a robbery

Got like a hundred cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops