This is a song about "Tea bags"

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Ha, in your loophole though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Malia family, we the family