This is a song about "The number twelve"

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake gucci

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Probably die getting some head

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

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange