This is a song about "Hundred"

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Two hundred and a year a.d

No car key and i mean that

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Call the network dipset family ties