This is a song about "I hate yung lean"

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

I feel good, i look great

Its the things that i hate

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Raised by a momma who, who

I hate it and i hate you,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

I am walking around the court sippin lean

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem