This is a song about "12 gauge"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

12. anally raping, virginity taking,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Bring the battering ram where you live

For the first 12 years of my life