This is a song about "Pussy money weed lean"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

To dive so fast in the past and lean,

And i put you on the team

And i sip on the lean

Catch me with cup full of lean

I'm the head coach of the team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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