This is a song about "Lead"

Im trying to see her in bed

You have a hound on a lead,

Nobody ain't own us yet

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on