This is a song about "The one hundred"

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

How can you be on the same page when you skipped the first hundred pages?

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

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

I keep every damn line one-hundred percent original,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

I'll say the fword over a hundred times