This is a song about "Fuck the 12"

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

Bitch sit the fuck down or get yo ass inna back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So talk all the shit you want i don’t give a fuck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

With the bars that i've got, fuck a mental plot,

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

As i seenobody cares about my history

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys