This is a song about "Lead"

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Light the way, lead us on

I feel like im just made of lead

Sunroof flow so over your head

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

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Ill pop you as a lead dart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks