This is a song about "Lead"

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Here's some advice for free, don't relax, always take the lead,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

My god come before this bread

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

She wanted to fight at first

I was meant to lead the world