This is a song about "Lead"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

She wanted to fight at first

I was meant to lead the world

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Probably die getting some head

You have a hound on a lead,

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government