This is a song about "Lean and cod"

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Y'all niggas want to be big time? stop with the sippin' lean,

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

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