This is a song about "Sipping on lean that why i m moving so slow"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

They aren't even moving slow,

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Where the only crew to move that dope, i spit so fast, the beat so slow,

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

Hear the rambling in the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

I run for it cause these motherfuckers moving slow