This is a song about "Spill tea"

I went in #for #the #kill and polluted the street, oil spill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Gotta drop lock that man spill

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Only sharp blades to spill blood with

Chillin' with homies and family

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Like when you spill tea over your knee its like a sea of diseases,

Sure i might be mentally ill, but my rhymes endlessly spill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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