This is a song about "Xanax lean weed drugs guns"

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And i sip on the lean

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Nobody to lean on

Purple drank that gangsta lean

I got a dollar and a dream

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,