This is a song about "Tea bag"

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Could i make you my baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Smoking something like tea leaves

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?