This is a song about "12 rounds"

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

If they ain’t talking bout paper

What do you know we are upstairs gettin ready to go a couple rounds until i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,