This is a song about "Lead"

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

And please never disrespect my set

You have a hound on a lead,

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,