This is a song about "Tee pott"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I had on a black tee,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

We might be back in this baby