This is a song about "Tee"

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I came up hungry

I had on a black tee,

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive