This is a song about "Lead"

You have a hound on a lead,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

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

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

I was meant to lead the world

But i murder him first

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

In a few years ima be taking the lead