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

I'm into the lyrics, you bastards are into aesthetics

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

Into all the innocent kids,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

No more ho-ney, in the, tea. putting comma's infront of each word,

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Once more into the fray, once more into the fray!

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win