This is a song about "Hundred years war"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Will i ever win the war

Ima go until my arm's sore

Summer time, different shore

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Money is worst than a war

Two hundred and a year a.d

Well, i can handle that

I know some of those years

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Let's enjoy our younger years

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I'll get to em when i land

600 benz, house six hundred grand