This is a song about "Ratchet pussy lean money"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Y'all niggas want to be big time? stop with the sippin' lean,

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

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I am walking around the court sippin lean