This is a song about "12 grams"

For the first 12 years of my life

We hustle to survive

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And my d is 12 inches and it goes really deep

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

You wont catch me shifting grams

If i don't make that man there dance

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin