This is a song about "Tee grizzley"

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

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

I had on a black tee,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy