This is a song about "12 pm midnight"

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

But if you mess with me yup i'll knock out ya lights

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

I've wanted to inhale since i was 12 years old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

We can do like 8 positions

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Jay rock got flows

For 12 years,no new hoes!