This is a song about "9 thousand"

On the slow jam of love

Like a thousand needles

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Taking ten thousand tragedies- boy i can't even count

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

Wake up bitch you already sleep a thousand years long

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

A thousand times a tried i knew i had to say it