This is a song about "Lead"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I feel like im just made of lead

Cutting me this worthless check