This is a song about "Lead"

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

I work hard for everything i get

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

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

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

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom

I feel like im just made of lead

Kick back and know yo son set

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

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid