This is a song about "Lead"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

You thought there was another that i lead.

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You have a hound on a lead,

And please never disrespect my set

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Probably die getting some head

New message from mom

Light the way, lead us on