This is a song about "Lead to the head"

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

But i apologize for not walking you around

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

I work hard for everything i get

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head