This is a song about "Load"

That'll make ya blow your load

Ever since then i had no job

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

Shout out my nigga miles

Load pen of syllables

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Around my way, i'm cut throat

After i load the boat,

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

Translation cause my life is too sweet

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke