This is a song about "Lead"

That's word to my mom

Light the way, lead us on

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

I’m atl pimpin’ custom pivot edition

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Here's some advice for free, don't relax, always take the lead,

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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