This is a song about "Lead"

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

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Snitches here don't got no heart

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Pay dues like a hair salon

Light the way, lead us on

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You have a hound on a lead,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

I feel like im just made of lead