This is a song about "Lead"

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I feel like im just made of lead

And please never disrespect my set

Light the way, lead us on

Pay dues like a hair salon

You have a hound on a lead,

Nobody ain't own us yet