This is a song about "Mickey tee"

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Off rip that's genius

-mickey rhymes so furious

Cause time is money

I had on a black tee,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Bitch, they call it motor city

I stay cheesin mickey fuckin minney

The good kid from the ugly city

Got 35 up on that last kings tee