This is a song about "A hundred dollars a hundred dollars"

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

She gave a hundred dollars like it's gambling game!

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

A working genius, a work of art

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Million dollars, i been there, 'bout a few times

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Picture a hundred atheists holdin bibles at churches

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees