This is a song about "Tea pot"

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Settle down maybe grow some pot

Im just a goofy poofy white kid who enjoys smoking pot

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed