This is a song about "Three hundred"

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Two hundred and a year a.d

Whether teddy or pat

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

The good kid from the ugly city

At the age of fuckin three

Got like a hundred cars

So she kisses the stars