This is a song about "Three hundred"

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

Yo man bars part number three

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

From the discussion of top three

I swear they think i'm crazy

For that j number three

But i think i like that, just maybe