This is a song about "Lead"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

In a few years ima be taking the lead

You have a hound on a lead,

And please never disrespect my set

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

My god come before this bread

Man i feel like im made a lead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

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

Light the way, lead us on

When you took my hand up so calm