This is a song about "Lean guns weed bay area money fame cars bands"

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

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

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Even with the money and the fame

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

No more money, no more fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

I live my life in tha fast lane

Even with the money and the fame

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy