This is a song about "Lead my way"

Reading shit my critics say

Gon be shoved the hell outta my way

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Stupid decisions lead to arguments and letting you go was my biggest regret

Fuck it man doing shit my way

Rub my back, then let me lay

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

So now im gonna lead you to my interception

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen