This is a song about "Tacobell and iced tea"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

They say that i never cease to amaze

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Im iced up in my ear and watch