This is a song about "I hate yung lean"

I hate you and your mother,

I said i'm hurting her

Money ain't a thing

I hate the condescending

Its the things that i hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I just raped you for pete-sakes, we all lean my way

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Your developmental league don’t see a team

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Will be very complicated who will lean on me the time i'm devastated jesus i

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try