This is a song about "A thousand yeara"

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I know a picture's worth a thousand what's the value of a word?

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

So why the fuck you want to come at me a thousand times?

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

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

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

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

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

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

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Wake up bitch you already sleep a thousand years long