This is a song about "Lead"

You have a hound on a lead,

Holla out my set

I feel like im just made of lead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Light the way, lead us on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

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