This is a song about "12 gauge"

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

It's moe, all i need is more chips

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

You all niggas ain't even on my level

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.