This is a song about "One hundred"

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Tell em they close to stevie

Hundred more chicks wanna get sleazy

I be murdering bars

Got like a hundred cars

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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