This is a song about "Load"

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Let a load off ya mind

By god, slow grind

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Load pen of syllables

Shout out my nigga miles

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Load up his nine no one defy him