This is a song about "A thousand miles"

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

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

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

This song about you, then you probably need to leave