This is a song about "Lean and codean"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Purple drank that gangsta lean

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Nobody to lean on

That's word to my mom

Weed must be white house green see the lean

People don't condone what they've never seen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

To dive so fast in the past and lean,