This is a song about "Osamason type countin guap money lean weed cars"

Catch me with cup full of lean

Come see real niggas on my team

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine