This is a song about "Lead"

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

We left em a world that's cursed

I was meant to lead the world

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I feel like im just made of lead

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

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

If your man want to bet

You have a hound on a lead,