This is a song about "Lead"

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

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

You shook my world and it felt apart

Ill pop you as a lead dart

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Kick back and know yo son set

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

In a few years ima be taking the lead

You have a hound on a lead,

Woo-hah, got you all in check

I feel like im just made of lead

Finished mean done, and done mean dead