This is a song about "Lead bullets"

Bullets is what you was fed

She don’t give her nigga head

I feel like im just made of lead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Lemonhead end up dead

You have a hound on a lead,

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Man i feel like im made a lead

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

So i guess that's where i hide my things