This is a song about "The number twelve"

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Hoping that he's listening

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Diagnosed possessed by the devil at twelve

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed