This is a song about "Lead"

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Where every recipient, property of the state

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

You have a hound on a lead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead