This is a song about "Sippin on the lean pack"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Sippin' lean, crack on triple beams, now i'm doin' things,

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Sippin' on the glass, gettin' higher like the rent is due,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Sippin' on the gin and tonic

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

Im sippin henny while u sippin on that mountain dew

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you