This is a song about "Load"

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Ever since then i had no job

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Load pen of syllables

Shout out my nigga miles

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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