This is a song about "Hundred"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I wanna fuck this shit, mad the public, get yo ass private as i add a hundred

Got like a hundred cars

The you should look up in the stars

Just made like a hundred grand

No sweat like a headband

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Just another day out in beverly hills