This is a song about "100 subscribers"

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

100 percent put the old to rest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

We got young people's lives at stake

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Keep it 100 never been a fraud

Then i bet he be cracked

But this shit is 100% fact

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that