This is a song about "Leanin"

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

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

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine