This is a song about "Thot lean"

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Or closed casket for our troubles

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Nobody to lean on

When you took my hand up so calm

It's roc nation, this my team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Lean to the left/ lean to the right/ let's start a dance song tonight/ nah/

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

Now, nigga, it’s the prince