This is a song about "Bape tee"

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

Bitch, they call it motor city

I had on a black tee,

Please boo what's your size crazy

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/