This is a song about "12 pm"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

The feds slower than a can pouring

It's like 6 pm and his bitch is calling

After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin

Top ranked, number one my son

I see you d-12, and thanks, but me need no help

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

Naked woman rub my back

We all know 12 is where its at

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple