This is a song about "One hundred"

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred