This is a song about "Lead"

I feel like im just made of lead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The last of a breed, that won't ask for the lead

You already know you're dead

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

She wanted to fight at first

I was meant to lead the world

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

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

So rest your weary heart

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.