This is a song about "A thousand years"

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Look, just remember how that winning taste

For a thousand years, the battle has been waged

After the club, gettin you open

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Like a painting on display thousand words no say

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

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

Whole time, a little more girls

And dropping down a thousand boulders,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Like a thousand needles

The revolution has arrived

Two thousand and one years after christ