This is a song about "Lead"

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

When you took my hand up so calm

Light the way, lead us on

City national bank evolve into shape

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

I feel like im just made of lead

She don’t give her nigga head

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

I've become immune to you no name haters

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

In a few years ima be taking the lead

That's word to my mom

Try not to lead her on