This is a song about "1000"

Will i ever get the privilege of being hated more than spinach

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

U got 1000 enemies i got none

I want to fight the music on this one

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I just get so deep into it, searching for something intimate

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

So i say i love you to every girl that's interested,

And its tragic i know, cause see i am a menace,

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

To reveal all the fictions and its tragic i know.

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I have 1000 pages and people read me because i'm the smartest!