This is a song about "We make it 100"

As we find the reason why you continue to make it easy to take side's, 0 to nine/

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Lets make fun of celebs while we are at it, cause hell, why not?

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I make 100 millions without a robbery

//here we go, make history, yo

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

100 below centigrade

Guess i'm self made

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

‘cuz we have the power to change shit, or just make it worse,