This is a song about "Tee"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

I had on a black tee,

Summertime in the city

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby