This is a song about "Getting high trapping boolin siping lean"

And i sip on the lean

I got a dollar and a dream

Bun b, i’m underground king

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Getting high today and feel like i wanna fly away

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Trapping with the hood rats

But you don't have a chance

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Catch me with cup full of lean

Come see real niggas on my team