This is a song about "Chirag lean"

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

And i put you on the team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And i sip on the lean

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Nobody to lean on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

People don't condone what they've never seen

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean