This is a song about "Cizzle one hundred"

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I keep every damn line one-hundred percent original,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

They claim it as their own, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets