This is a song about "Ceremony of twelve"

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Cos there should be someone watching ur death ceremony

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Well since age twelve, i've felt like i'm someone else

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

His crown counts eighty leaves, the ceremony is complete/

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge