This is a song about "Free load"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

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

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

Fuckin hoes thats all free.

Fuck fame, fuck money

After i load the boat,

Where rules get followed

On top of that, i’m broke

Of support i can load,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?