This is a song about "Tee"

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

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

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I had on a black tee,

I got bigger problems baby