This is a song about "Lead"

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

I work hard for everything i get

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

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

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

We pray while we prey on competition

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

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

You have a hound on a lead,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead