This is a song about "Tea bag"

Can't win with a passive attack

Get carried away in a body bag

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

Look it something they can't ever see

For this, i thank the lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Queen b would have you servin tea/

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea