This is a song about "Tea leaves"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

And murder leaves no retribution

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

We might be back in this baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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