This is a song about "Load"

After i load the boat,

Motivated just from being broke

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Better leave it all behind

Let a load off ya mind

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Of support i can load,

Up on phrases i wrote