This is a song about "12 pulled up"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Thinking about why i haven't pulled

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

They will fall as if someone pulled there spinal cord

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

When i was was in danger you pulled me out

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Im being pulled left and right

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet