This is a song about "Hundred years war"

He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy

Two hundred years ago we should've known the gats would burst,

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Just made like a hundred grand

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Can't win with a passive attack

Two hundred and a year a.d

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Dear me, in about ten years

Got like a hundred cars

I be murdering bars