This is a song about "Tea bag hour"

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Malia family, we the family

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I watch television and eat my cereal for about a half hour

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Took the van, went snatch her

For the man of the hour

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.