This is a song about "Mars and lean"

I am walking around the court sippin lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

When you took my hand up so calm

Nobody to lean on

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent