This is a song about "My gangsta lean"

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Stellar on my ceiling, feeling slow no lean though

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Catch me with cup full of lean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean