This is a song about "Thee"

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I shall but love thee better after death.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Killa never let the drama slide

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And bow my head down, so i pray to one and only thee

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,