This is a song about "Load hos 44"

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Let a load off ya mind

By god, slow grind

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Load pen of syllables

Shout out my nigga miles