This is a song about "Sweet pea home free whoopee morning tea"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Tissues and moans even in the morning

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Preferably judge free?

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Baby your nothing but sweet,

I said i got my ass beat