This is a song about "Lead"

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Nobody ain't own us yet

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

In a few years ima be taking the lead

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

That's word to my mom

Light the way, lead us on

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.