This is a song about "Lean xanax whte"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

And if u tryna sip then u kno i got the lean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I just raped you for pete-sakes, we all lean my way

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

And i sip on the lean

And i put you on the team

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Without the sound of guns

Y'all niggas want to be big time? stop with the sippin' lean,

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine