This is a song about "Ice tea"

Sky high, iced out paradise

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Me and my microphone could be one

This is ice, this is frozen,

Even ice, i , c , e

This is like riding through the city

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby