This is a song about "Tea bag"

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

My all gold rolly or the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Yo, heres a paper bag,

You got reason to brag

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

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