This is a song about "Lead me to the cross"

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

Gimme some paper and lead to get me in my zone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Soul is through the eyes, so what you see could lead to your demise

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

I said i don’t give a fuck

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You battling me is the only thing that'll lead you to prominence,

But when the lead hits the pad i start to gain traction

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss