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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Smoking something like tea leaves

Queen b would have you servin tea/

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Dumping the whack words making the tower tip

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

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

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Into an abyss, out into the world.