This is a song about "Tea and toast"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

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

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

I guess i got it to a tea, hades and ladies

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty