This is a song about "Cash load"

Let a load off ya mind

Better leave it all behind

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Load pen of syllables

Or closed casket for our troubles

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,