This is a song about "The ceremony of twelve"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

His crown counts eighty leaves, the ceremony is complete/

Visit your award ceremony

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,

Diary of a black girl

I know it's only room for twelve, but this is the only way to stay safe

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook