This is a song about "Lead"

You have a hound on a lead,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

I feel like im just made of lead

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

You have a hound on a lead,

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

I was meant to lead the world

Long as she come to me first