This is a song about "Thousands"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I dont have job but im makin thousands only cuz i slang weed

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

This is like love, that you can never get

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

They're thousands of feet, down below

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one