This is a song about "Tee s"

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

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

And that´s how it has begun

When it's all said and done

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I used to be the most humble until

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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