This is a song about "Lead"

We left em a world that's cursed

I was meant to lead the world

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

I work hard for everything i get

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

This is like love, that you can never get

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust