This is a song about "Leanin"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So keep leanin' on my shit you critics, spit it, twist the lyrics,

Trackin' my movements, but i'm busy leanin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen