This is a song about "Tea bag hour"

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Queen b would have you servin tea/

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

My life is twisted like it's licorice, i got a half hour,

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Try to jack and i will attack