This is a song about "Tea leaves"

At least not until my mom leaves

And she throws up whatever she eats

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

We just looking in the mirror

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Competition on the court

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Got tired of running from the police

And murder leaves no retribution

Well baby bot there ain't no question