This is a song about "Case load"

Lookin' for these better days

Booze? i think i'll have a case

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

And then i look in my trophy case,

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Load up his nine no one defy him

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Of support i can load,

I fucking hate this job

In court declaring my case

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable