This is a song about "Lean central"

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Lean to the left/ lean to the right/ let's start a dance song tonight/ nah/

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Catch me with cup full of lean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Nobody to lean on