This is a song about "Lead"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

In a few years ima be taking the lead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Man i feel like im made a lead

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks