This is a song about "A thousand years"

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

8 years years is a lot to go through, but damn,

Got an independent business mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

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

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

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

There's like a thousand problems to do

So let 'em chase love

Like a thousand needles

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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