This is a song about "Thousand mines"

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Paint a picture of a thousand word scripture,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

For the night your only mines, close your eyes, envision i

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

There's like a thousand problems to do

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Gold mines for lines but sometimes i find that i feel worthless