This is a song about "Tee logik"

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

My slight fo's just talk dirty

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I had on a black tee,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys