This is a song about "Thot lean chief balout tadoe"

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Nobody to lean on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I see a young teen

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Purple drank that gangsta lean