This is a song about "Morning tea whoopee home free sweet pea"

Her voice was soft and sweet,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

From all this tea cause in reality

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Ill keep it short and sweet

Now it's time to eat

Home of the free and land of the wicked

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Queen b would have you servin tea/