This is a song about "1k views"

But newer emcees grew new views/

With women with issues

Crazy how shit always seems to happen just to get views

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

You changed my views of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Like licorice until it falls apart, views are christened,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I don't have any views

Kill the jungle let the cats loose