This is a song about "Load"

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Load pen of syllables

The glare makes me hard to find

Let a load off ya mind

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Load up his nine no one defy him

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion