This is a song about "Lead bullets"

I respect that you don't know yet

I feel like im just made of lead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Bullets hardly connected

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Like sally mae on college debt

You have a hound on a lead,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Code red, which means you go red

Man i feel like im made a lead

So let the bullets fly......

Tears that our fore fathers cry