This is a song about "Load"

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

This motha fucka crowed

That'll make ya blow your load

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

A load of horse-shit is all it was to me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

After i load the boat,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke