This is a song about "Lead"

Kick back and know yo son set

You have a hound on a lead,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

I feel like im just made of lead

And please never disrespect my set

I was meant to lead the world

We left em a world that's cursed

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

You have a hound on a lead,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head