This is a song about "Lead"

I was meant to lead the world

But i murder him first

Man i feel like im made a lead

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds