This is a song about "100 racks"

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

100 percent put the old to rest

Carol city or was it the west

I bet you hear that white music

100 bitches on my dick

Got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

God damn pull out my racks

100 below centigrade

When the club gets played

100 percent on everything and on my team

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen