This is a song about "Lead"

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

You have a hound on a lead,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Give us this day, our daily bread

Man i feel like im made a lead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,