This is a song about "Lean and a friend who died"

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Let's pretend he wasn't bullied and he had him a friend,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

And i put you on the team

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

They tried pretend that everything was cool and that they were a friend

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I needed a real friend, who didn't have a loose end

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

In need of a friend who takes the time to listen