This is a song about "Ceremony of twelve jonas"

Diagnosed possessed by the devil at twelve

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I dropped "break the bank", got twelve props days later,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cos there should be someone watching ur death ceremony

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

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell