This is a song about "Lead"

Ill pop you as a lead dart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

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

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

I respect that you don't know yet

You have a hound on a lead,

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

She wanted to fight at first

I was meant to lead the world

Cutting me this worthless check

I feel like im just made of lead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Man i feel like im made a lead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

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