This is a song about "Lead her on"

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Code red, which means you go red

Im not gonna judge her on her flaws

I put these poems all in these songs

I'd rather have her put a ring on and hold her hand

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Mary let's the lamb lead on, and everything is well,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Nobody to treat her take her on a holiday

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//