This is a song about "Milk tea"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Me & mom alone every dinner

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The good kid from the ugly city

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy