This is a song about "Lead"

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

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

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

I feel like im just made of lead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Give us this day, our daily bread

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Ill pop you as a lead dart

February cold as my heart