This is a song about "Lead"

You have a hound on a lead,

I respect that you don't know yet

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Try not to lead her on

My sim card's the bomb

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

In a few years ima be taking the lead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

So you can follow, or pretend to lead