This is a song about "9 thousand"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Paint a thousand pictures with a photograph/ that's existential/

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

You can search but you'll never find

Two thousand and one years after christ

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better