This is a song about "F5 load balancer ceph seshat"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Load up his nine no one defy him

When you strive for perfection

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent