This is a song about "Lead"

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Im trying to see her in bed

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Long as she come to me first

I was meant to lead the world

My god come before this bread

You have a hound on a lead,

Man i feel like im made a lead

You could say i'm friends with fred

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread