This is a song about "Lead"

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

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

You have a hound on a lead,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

I feel like im just made of lead

Try not to lead her on

New message from mom

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission