This is a song about "Lean and cod"

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Nobody to lean on

When you took my hand up so calm

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean