This is a song about "Hood lean"

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm chillin' in this hood

When you took my hand up so calm

Nobody to lean on

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen