This is a song about "Hercules 12 labors"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

I destroy people in these raps like i'm hercules,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave