This is a song about "Pour up lean"

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Can we pour some liquor

It's like you're my mirror

As: i know just what you mean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Doing all these drugs, pour it up, smoke that chronic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Weed must be white house green see the lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,