This is a song about "Load"

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Or closed casket for our troubles

Load pen of syllables

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote