This is a song about "Lean on"

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

And i put you on the team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

As: i know just what you mean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Sippin' lean, crack on triple beams, now i'm doin' things,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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