This is a song about "12"

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

That k o d a lil bit of change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

I lost my dad ate age 12 i hated that.

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin