This is a song about "Lead"

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

You thought there was another that i lead.

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Here's some advice for free, don't relax, always take the lead,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Light the way, lead us on