This is a song about "Chat tea"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

I used to be the most humble until