This is a song about "Internet 100"

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

Yeah that motor be the fastest

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I come back 100 percent, full effect

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

100 below centigrade

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam