This is a song about "Tee"

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Than the muse of a family

I had on a black tee,

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

It was just another party

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story