This is a song about "Tea bags"

Chillin' with homies and family

From all this tea cause in reality

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The bags have been packed and zipped

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Boston, threw the tea overboard

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

To get them niggas while they laid back

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

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