This is a song about "Lead bullets"

Bullets is what you was fed

You already know you're dead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

You thought there was another that i lead.

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

I mean the game been dry

So let the bullets fly......

Got bullets dyin to meet you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Let's have a toast for this new love

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Man i feel like im made a lead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head