This is a song about "Lead"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

In a few years ima be taking the lead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

You have a hound on a lead,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I feel like im just made of lead

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard