This is a song about "Case load"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And then i look in my trophy case,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Triangular relationship the case was congruence

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

This motha fucka crowed

Of support i can load,

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus