This is a song about "A thousand suns"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them 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

Wake up bitch you already sleep a thousand years long

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout

Hello its yowsef a turbulent time lot of violent crime but the suns out

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Just to make it in this broadway lights