This is a song about "Rich kid lean hoes money"

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Yeah you thought she was rich

Now i’m up in this bitch

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

It's roc nation, this my team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean