This is a song about "Ceremony of twelve"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Cos there should be someone watching ur death ceremony

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel