This is a song about "Lead"

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Man i feel like im made a lead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I feel like im just made of lead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

I feel like im just made of lead

But i murder him first

I was meant to lead the world