This is a song about "Thousand kisses"

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I'm like a crack addict

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

So, just tell me something about yourself

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

All we need is convienient love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.