This is a song about "Lead"

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

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

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I was meant to lead the world

But i murder him first

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

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

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

Finding more light to shed

You have a hound on a lead,

My god come before this bread

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head