This is a song about "Money lean and weed"

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

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream