This is a song about "Lead"

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You have a hound on a lead,

My voice make her wet

I feel like im just made of lead

If your man want to bet

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

I was meant to lead the world

But i murder him first

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade