This is a song about "Tea leaves"

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

At least not until my mom leaves

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Make it large sized and my drink a sweet tea

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

We all dream one day we kings and queens