This is a song about "12 grams"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

You wont catch me shifting grams

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you