This is a song about "Lead"

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You have a hound on a lead,

Try not to lead her on

My sim card's the bomb