This is a song about "Tea sucks"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your bitch sucks dick like kobayashi

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Boston, threw the tea overboard

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

So i can understand police victims

For all you that say my grammar sucks

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

And finally, everyone got their own problems