This is a song about "Load"

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Of support i can load,

Around my way, i'm cut throat

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

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Should be harder to find

Let a load off ya mind

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat