This is a song about "Load"

Load pen of syllables

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

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

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

Let a load off ya mind

By god, slow grind

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

I got rich from a little struggle

I got a tough course load so man check this,

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches