This is a song about "Thousand thoughts"

Black fours red drop head doors

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Two thousand and one years after christ

You can search but you'll never find

I'm on my grind

His thoughts disorganized

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

The thoughts overheating

About the way i'm feeling

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

There's like a thousand problems to do

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion