This is a song about "Lead singers"

Light the way, lead us on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Try not to lead her on

When you took my hand up so calm

I was meant to lead the world

We left em a world that's cursed

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

City national bank evolve into shape