This is a song about "Tea room"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Step back to the dressing room

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Won't run out anytime soon

When i went to the bath room

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

From all this tea cause in reality

Queen b would have you servin tea/

That's why i'm makin' money