This is a song about "Born to lead"

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

So now im gonna lead you to my interception

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

Try not to lead her on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

No new babys to be born into the world

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

Gimme some paper and lead to get me in my zone.

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone