This is a song about "Good tea"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Queen b would have you servin tea/

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I guess i got it to a tea, hades and ladies

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

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