This is a song about "We make it 100"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

To tell us that we too can make it/

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

But then we would make-up

They just don't give a fuck

With the shit we say we tryna fly away stuck in this world but will we make it out

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

So we can make good choices

Trick trick got them passes

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

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

//here we go, make history, yo