This is a song about "Sipping lean and smoking with my niggas"

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

With my niggas in the back

This is why her nigga mad

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Or closed casket for our troubles