This is a song about "Tea bag hour"

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Hate it when they take powder

A man of the hour.

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

From all this tea cause in reality

I introduce you to my debut blazed buzz, man of the hour

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

See, i like the person that you are

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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