This is a song about "Lead"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Code red, which means you go red

You have a hound on a lead,

If your man want to bet

You have a hound on a lead,

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

In a few years ima be taking the lead

I've become immune to you no name haters

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,