This is a song about "One hundred"

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Shit can't be stopped,my rap is one hundred percent dope

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy

Must be something you want me to see

Two hundred and a year a.d

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

And you are not around like black fathers

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I got a hundred fuckin problems but i only need an answer to one,