This is a song about "Thousand mines"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Like a thousand needles

There's like a thousand problems to do

Can't nothing come between me and you

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Ummnow i dun been around the world

But most of all mines broken first

So here i am at the store for some chips

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

Gun metal twenty-ten challenger

Paint a picture of a thousand word scripture,