This is a song about "Leanin"

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him