This is a song about "Lean green"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

Guess they ran out of options

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Nobody to lean on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And i sip on the lean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Tell a bitch lean

I dream of makin green/

You aint wantin the green,

Come see real niggas on my team