This is a song about "Lee vest"

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

If i become the best, then i'll always carry a vest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Music had a big effect / lyrics i wrote i wear like a vest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/