This is a song about "Arizona tea"

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Pretense turned into pretext with precept ownership of ted's tea sets,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

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

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money