This is a song about "Xnanx lean money guns"

I'm drinking lean, committing sins

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest