This is a song about "Lead"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

You have a hound on a lead,

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

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

And baseheads stay dead, and people are ready to take lead,

But i murder him first

I was meant to lead the world

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Kick back and know yo son set

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

You already know you're dead