This is a song about "Tea and toast"

Where you know you hold that toast

All this paper i fold

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

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

Toast, toast to the party!

So fast, can't copy

Queen b would have you servin tea/

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Drink your ice tea and enjoy geting beaten by me