This is a song about "Chirag lean"

Lean to the left/ lean to the right/ let's start a dance song tonight/ nah/

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Nobody to lean on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green