This is a song about "Hundreds money"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

I run for the money

I'm a baller, literally

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Anint shit funny, for the money

I just want somebody i can see

I ain't got no money,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Either way we body for money

Blow up on this society