This is a song about "Load"

That'll make ya blow your load

I fucking hate this job

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

A load of horse-shit is all it was to me

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

I'm off the wrong road

After i load the boat,

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck