This is a song about "Tee"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I had on a black tee,

And its simple as that baby

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Got 35 up on that last kings tee