This is a song about "Thee"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Spittin mercury to purposely murder thee verbally

I love thee to the level of every day's

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I shall but love thee better after death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Say you through will all my foul ways

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

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

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

I love thee with a love i seemed to lose

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

We can talk things over a little a while

In your ass impression fuck a freestyle this is thee style

Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party