This is a song about "Gang bitchies money cars drogs lean"

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Come see real niggas on my team

Drop top on this thang

Fitting ya without ma gang

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars