This is a song about "Tee"

I had on a black tee,

Mama made her pretty

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

And its simple as that baby

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

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