This is a song about "Codine and lean"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

So i can understand police victims

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

For thinking you clean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

I'm the head coach of the team

Catch me with cup full of lean

Your developmental league don’t see a team

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean