This is a song about "A thousand years"

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Eight thousand years have gone by and yahyah's not quite so little,

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

A million nasty things went through my mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

It's moe, all i need is more chips

My words be piercing like a thousand spears