This is a song about "Hype lean bitch"

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I am walking around the court sippin lean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Just before they seen my money in the green

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Weed must be white house green see the lean

As: i know just what you mean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Catch me with cup full of lean

I see a young teen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Guess they ran out of options

You don't even know the hype

But if i die tonight