This is a song about "The one hundred"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

She likes the way it hits her lips

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I keep every damn line one-hundred percent original,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

One hundred percent condensed, now i don't feel possessed