This is a song about "Led"

I want to imbed widespread led towards the feds leave you uneasy, queasy but

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Nitpicking knew it led to guiness spitting fellows

We been led astray like cattle mixed with the sheep

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Bad gambling led to sad happenings to be

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Your misplaced aggression led em to

When i get to warwick avenue