This is a song about "A thousand years"

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

My words be piercing like a thousand spears