This is a song about "100 pure bars"

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

But this shit is 100% fact

They got me trapped

Said when i do dirt wit her

My flow is pure fire

Way to much right here is at stake

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

100 below centigrade

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids