Two dead rats and I see a gallon/Got alotta shit in my bag like Santa/Bitches see me, hoes gettin’ tantrum/Rockstar person, I’m like Marilyn Manson
Commonplace rap for commonplace folks, a style-less amalgam of all things boring. The skittish beat is trying desperately to be edgy, but is only a shameless copy of what his contemporaries are doing. It doesn’t take long for a meatball like Lean to be exposed, especially when his lyrics meander around like some vagrant. It’s a sad-sack of a song that will hopefully expedite his way out of rap.