This is a song about "Load"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

Load pen of syllables

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own