This is a song about "Romans 12"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

12. anally raping, virginity taking,

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

After 12, i'm worse that a gremlin

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Spitting game since i was 12, my lyrics reflect it.

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

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

Romans 2:11 for god shows no partiality

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'