This is a song about "Lead"

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Man i feel like im made a lead

You could say i'm friends with fred

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

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

You have a hound on a lead,

Ain't finna peak yet

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Try not to lead her on

My sim card's the bomb