This is a song about "Lead"

You thought there was another that i lead.

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Here's some advice for free, don't relax, always take the lead,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

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