This is a song about "Being lead on"

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

You have a hound on a lead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Where every recipient, property of the state

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

And if any of yall rappers being labeled just keep your lead up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

Why did they do that deed why did they lead an attack on two towers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words