This is a song about "Lean and weed"

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Man this life is but a dream

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

They think they bring that pain

Hold it down like lean and wood grain