This is a song about "I got lean and some forty in my red cup"

Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries i got me some magnets.

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Say what you wanna but

With some weed and a cup

As: i know just what you mean

And i sip on the lean