This is a song about "Hundreds"

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

So many of us, must be seven hundreds, many proppers and eleven others