This is a song about "Cizzle one hundred"

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

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Just made like a hundred grand

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

She likes the way it hits her lips

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred