This is a song about "Lean lemonade"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

And i sip on the lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Pure hearted, clean, don't have to be new or lean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Your developmental league don’t see a team

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

I just know what you mean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean