This is a song about "Hundreds"

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

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper