This is a song about "Hundred"

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Is written in our souls, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys