This is a song about "12 gauge"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Material, hypocritical dissenter

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge

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

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

12. anally raping, virginity taking,