This is a song about "The number twelve"

Rule number one eliminate the competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Despite you and all the crap you've done you ain't number one

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

With foreign names, valet the range

Number of victims run off the page/

Of impactful things one can ask for

I dropped "break the bank", got twelve props days later,