This is a song about "Lean money they sleeped on me"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

Lean got me sleep walking like i'm in a conscious coma

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop