This is a song about "100s"

Houston bound considered the king of the south.

'cuz y'all keep poutin' and spout with a dick in ya mouth,

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

If god has beef with the devil he can say it to my face

And i got them gold bottles, first place