This is a song about "Anchor the mean"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

Stop spreading blasphemy, just cause for the mean time, you're secured financially

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Sorry bout the stutter, didn't mean to mutter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

With funds, im really sicka the drugs i mean im truly addicted

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

In the mean time i'm a decline what is seen

But i wear mine on my head, supreme