This is a song about "12 gauge"

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

I know my lyrics twist, no need to check the sanity gauge!

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival