This is a song about "Lead"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

So if i do call it's just a check

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Light the way, lead us on

Long as she come to me first

I was meant to lead the world

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent