This is a song about "Hundreds"

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

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks