This is a song about "The hundreds doom major drop"

Hit the club she drop it low

This is all my flow

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

Been running around trying find a job

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Keep spendin hundreds til im buried in one hundreds

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,