This is a song about "Lead bullets"

So let the bullets fly......

And i know that your supply

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Give us this day, our daily bread

I feel like im just made of lead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Them bullets hit you everywhere

Burberry, quite a hell

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

You thought there was another that i lead.

I work hard for everything i get

From an african american stance

The bullets come handy callem handicaps