This is a song about "Lead"

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

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

Try not to lead her on

New message from mom

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Man i feel like im made a lead