This is a song about "Lead"

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

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Try not to lead her on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Man i feel like im made a lead

Ill pop you as a lead dart

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

I don't want you to have my permit yet