This is a song about "Green tea bitch"

You aint wantin the green,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

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

Tummy hungry for the dull green

The bitches is everything in between

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Fuck yo bitch call me green, you just startin drama,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama