This is a song about "Chasing a 100"

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

We getting money, you can face the facts

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I make 100 millions without a robbery

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate