This is a song about "Load"

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

That'll make ya blow your load

This motha fucka crowed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

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

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

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

After i load the boat,

Where rules get followed