This is a song about "Jeg keder mig jeg 12 jeg hedder tristan"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

12 months = a year, a chance to live a life

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys