This is a song about "900 hundred"

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

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

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

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

She don't really care about anyone advice

Fighting with my weak hand

Just made like a hundred grand

All i need is the notepad

Two hundred and a year a.d