This is a song about "Tee s"

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael