This is a song about "Lead"

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

You have a hound on a lead,

Nobody ain't own us yet

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

You have a hound on a lead,

And please never disrespect my set

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head