This is a song about "Lead"

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

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

You have a hound on a lead,

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

I was suicdal, but by that man i was lead,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I feel like im just made of lead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

Im trying to see her in bed