This is a song about "U are 12"

Hope u learnin your lesson you nerds are no contention

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

U tryin to act hard with these weak lyrics u spit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My rhymes are potent/time u notice/align ur focus

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

When i get to warwick avenue

I'm down for my hood,but who are u?

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

Malia family, we the family

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

Yeah that bitch is hurt and so are u

I'm after you bringing traffic through