This is a song about "Dumping tea into the harbor"

The weed into the bong

No tats dey for my arm

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

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

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

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Into all the innocent kids,

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Turned into the good guy

That new c-l fly

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that