This is a song about "Tea and toast"

For this, i thank the lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

I mean of course just the same old

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

So pretentious with no potential

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Where you know you hold that toast

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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