This is a song about "One hundred"

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

And all women who had light features, see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

We will never die, we are forever alive

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Two hundred and a year a.d

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Hold it..now thank you for silence