This is a song about "Pints of lean"

Just before they seen my money in the green

Weed must be white house green see the lean

This is like riding through the city

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

Girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Catch me with cup full of lean

I'm the head coach of the team

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I'm drinking lean, committing sins