This is a song about "Blow my load"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I crunch rhymes the load is set i best insane in my ways

Of support i can load,

I fucking hate this job

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I crunch rhymes the load is set i best insane in my ways/

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

That if i continue this shit my mind will blow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow