This is a song about "The number twelve"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Rule number one eliminate the competition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

That's why poverty is the number one element

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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