This is a song about "Hundreds"

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits