This is a song about "Twelve"

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Like i had just turn twelve

Sweet, okay makes sense

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Diagnosed possessed by the devil at twelve

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,

So let your guard down girl