This is a song about "9 thousand"

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine