This is a song about "Codeine lean"

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Or closed casket for our troubles

See me with codeine cups?

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Y'all niggas want to be big time? stop with the sippin' lean,