This is a song about "900 hundred"

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Picture a hundred atheists holdin bibles at churches

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Got like a hundred cars

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Two hundred and a year a.d

She michael jackson bad