This is a song about "12 a"

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

To abbreviate, a grade "a" on that worksheet

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

There once was a man with a tv for a had

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Acting like a maniac i'm a psychopath

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Maybe drop a hamilton on a sick domain

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain