Chip bags and toe tags,
Oh, what you know of that?

And I've got a hundred thoughts,
I'm thinking 'bout a hundred stacks.

I gotta entertain vengeance
For a hundred stabs,
That I done got to the back.
Now, what you know of that?

They tryna hold me back.
I'm cold and lonely,
Bold and sad.

They gave a hundred stabs,
I'm coming with a loaded mac.
They gave a hundred stares,
I'm running, never looking back.