This is a song about "100 subscribers"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

100 dollar worth of strong

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

100 years ago women couldn't even vote

To soho, baby milo so dope

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Doing 100 on the freeway swerving been awake for days

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

100 percent put the old to rest

Half your body laying on my chest

See all i ever wanna do is be relevant

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant