This is a song about "12 12"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Material, hypocritical dissenter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

So if it comes down, may the best man win

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange