This is a song about "A thousand yeara"

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

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

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

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

A thousand dollars for that acer i couldn't trace it

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

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

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

Not king james, these were coke kings