This is a song about "Tea dreams"

I guess i got it to a tea, hades and ladies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Can you decipher my dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Welcome to our dreams

Hate it when i leave