This is a song about "Tea and toast"

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Where you know you hold that toast

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

They forgot about the fourth coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

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

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford