This is a song about "I m 12"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge