This is a song about "Load"

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

My balance be so tight rope

After i load the boat,

Around my way, i'm cut throat

That'll make ya blow your load

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load