This is a song about "The number twelve"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

Diagnosed possessed by the devil at twelve

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Against the person who used to be number one!

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

By #number #one on this #train #track, the most promising villain

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

Hit it til your make up missing