This is a song about "Lead"

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

I feel like im just made of lead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Pay dues like a hair salon

Try not to lead her on

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

And please never disrespect my set

You have a hound on a lead,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

And baseheads stay dead, and people are ready to take lead,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet