This is a song about "Smoke tea"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Never wrong at any level

When you're reachin' your dreams

Smoking something like tea leaves

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

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

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

Sipping codeine with my tea, open up my third eye and see

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that