This is a song about "12 12"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I lost my dad ate age 12 i hated that.

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad