This is a song about "Tee"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I had on a black tee,

Please boo what's your size crazy

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

To them it's just a story