This is a song about "Load"

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Of support i can load,

I fucking hate this job

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Better than college, after that, students home

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

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth