This is a song about "Lean on me"

Stellar on my ceiling, feeling slow no lean though

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

But i spit so hard i make you motha fuckas lean

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

People don't condone what they've never seen

When you took my hand up so calm

Nobody to lean on