This is a song about "Load"

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I got a tough course load so man check this,

They for grossing a bigger business

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke