This is a song about "Leanin"

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

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion