This is a song about "Tea bags"

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

So pretentious with no potential

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

From all this tea cause in reality

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Why i had white bags in my backpack

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby