This is a song about "900 hundred"

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

For the one night stand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Bring the battering ram where you live

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries