This is a song about "Thousands"

Drowned out with shouts by the thousands

Always knew where the pot was

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Thousands of people gazing over what i spit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Figures thousands in week

Sometimes i think, what i need

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

They're thousands of feet, down below

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though