This is a song about "Leanin"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

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

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme