This is a song about "100 years war"

Trying to maintain in this war

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

100 below centigrade

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I make 100 millions without a robbery

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Hold my tears i tried my best

100 percent put the old to rest

Even if it took me years

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

But our flow is the truest