This is a song about "Hundred"

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Just made like a hundred grand

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

From the time that you stole my heart

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Picture a place that they exist, together

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size