This is a song about "Load"

That'll make ya blow your load

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Shout out my nigga miles

Load pen of syllables

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

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke