This is a song about "About drinking lean"

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Weed must be white house green see the lean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Nobody to lean on

That's word to my mom

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

So much wasted time with snorting smoking and drinking

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

People don't condone what they've never seen

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Bun b, i’m underground king

And you're just drinking

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth