This is a song about "Mars and lean"

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

My outfits come from mars

When bret hart meet brett farve

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

And if u tryna sip then u kno i got the lean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Man this life is but a dream

And i put you on the team

Catch me with cup full of lean

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream