This is a song about "Lead"

I feel like im just made of lead

My god come before this bread

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

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

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

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

That's word to my mom

Try not to lead her on

You thought there was another that i lead.

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'll lead the inconsistent, by showing my persistence