This is a song about "Lead bullets"

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Bullets is what you was fed

Some lyrical bullets,

The jiggas and the tips

I feel like im just made of lead

And please never disrespect my set

Code red, which means you go red

You have a hound on a lead,