This is a song about "12 rounds"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Your blushing, cuz my fist gave you rounds of kiss tough,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will