This is a song about "Lead based paint"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

Fake based in the area

I cause the hysteria

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

And i could see you coming home after work late

Everyday hard in the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Lebron james, when im in the paint