This is a song about "Sippin on lean"

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

It's roc nation, this my team

And i sip on the lean

Az's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Will be very complicated who will lean on me the time i'm devastated jesus i

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes