This is a song about "Lead"

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

In a few years ima be taking the lead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

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

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

That's boa, see that's my set

I feel like im just made of lead

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead