This is a song about "12"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

I see you d-12, and thanks, but me need no help

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

While half my mental belongs in a cage

I don't want it on my back

We all know 12 is where its at