This is a song about "12 damn"

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Damn!fuck this shit man,got anything else to say?

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Hit you with a "oh my" followed by a "god damn"

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

With scents of fish, i'll hook you wit my damn hooks, bitch,

He's got his fucking brain ate, damn, he has fame paved,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Damn you niggas sweet i can tell by the fragrance

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time