This is a song about "Romans 12"

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Motherfuckers-didn't-think-i was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass niggasthreaten your life, ain't like you love him

Im like a soldier from the romans more frozen then a homeless guy drownin in a cold ocean

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

We all know 12 is where its at

Ain't even tryna hold back