This is a song about "Lead"

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

Try not to lead her on

When you took my hand up so calm

You have a hound on a lead,

So if i do call it's just a check

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

I feel like im just made of lead

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

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

You have a hound on a lead,

And please never disrespect my set

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you