This is a song about "Lead"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead