This is a song about "Thousands"

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

I was shot at and thousands more perished

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

They're thousands of feet, down below

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with