This is a song about "A thousand suns"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel

Wake up bitch you already sleep a thousand years long

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

I'm a thousand times more deadlier than you, you a newcomer,

In their eyes they got a few hundred thousand and they are rich

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage