This is a song about "Tee"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I had on a black tee,

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

So while the world goes drake crazy

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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