This is a song about "Codeine lean hi tech"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Catch me with cup full of lean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Sipping codeine with my tea, open up my third eye and see

And i put you on the team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells