This is a song about "The one hundred"

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Shit can't be stopped,my rap is one hundred percent dope

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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