This is a song about "Lead based paint"

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Everyday hard in the paint

Malicious dissent toward based world

We left em a world that's cursed

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

I feel like im just made of lead

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

You have a hound on a lead,

Probably die getting some head

This is like love, that you can never get

So you can follow, or pretend to lead