This is a song about "Thousand"

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Surrounded by the crowded thousand and they all shouted

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will