This is a song about "Tee"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

She going to borrow some money

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I had on a black tee,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see