This is a song about "12 grams"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/

I want to fight the music on this one