This is a song about "Lead"

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Woo-hah, got you all in check

You have a hound on a lead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And baseheads stay dead, and people are ready to take lead,

My sim card's the bomb

Light the way, lead us on

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head