This is a song about "Lead"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

In a few years ima be taking the lead

Im trying to see her in bed

I feel like im just made of lead

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

You have a hound on a lead,

She don’t give her nigga head

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

You thought there was another that i lead.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red