This is a song about "Lead based paint"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Man i feel like im made a lead

I feel like im just made of lead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I paint the perfect picture

My records sell, yes sir

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

You have a hound on a lead,

Code red, which means you go red

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

My felonies are all based in memories

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fake based in the area

You have swag, i even prefer based god over you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo