This is a song about "Sipping lean"

From sipping all of this red wine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Come see real niggas on my team

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Or closed casket for our troubles

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Sipping on champagne to celebrate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Nobody to lean on

That's word to my mom

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

As: i know just what you mean