This is a song about "Lead"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

In a few years ima be taking the lead

But i murder him first

I was meant to lead the world

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Try not to lead her on

Man i feel like im made a lead

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent